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[On Temporary Hiatus] He was destined to be King. She was never meant to exist. Aeloria has spent centuries hiding the truth of her blood - a legacy tied to the very darkness threatening Middle-earth. She does not belong. She does not stay. She does not love. Until Estel. Across decades, friendship becomes something far more dangerous - a bond built on patience, trust, and stolen moments beneath the stars. But the shadow remembers its own. And this time, it has come to claim her. ✨✨✨ A story of shadow-born shame, star-lit longing, and a love that chooses the light anyway. ⸻ ⚠ Spoilers Ahead This fic references a major reveal from The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power that is central to Aeloria's story. While the series itself is not fully retold, one important twist will not remain hidden. Consider this your gentle warning beneath the stars ✨

For generations, the White Throne of Gondor has stood empty, guarded by Ruling Stewards who have long forgotten that they were meant to serve a king, not replace one. Hidden within the walls of Minas Tirith lives Y/N, the last surviving descendant of a forgotten cadet branch of the House of Elendil. To Steward Denethor II, the young prince is not family, but a dangerous reminder that the royal blood of Númenor still flows through Gondor. Unable to stain his hands with the crime of kinslaying, Denethor condemns Y/N to the doomed battlegrounds of Osgiliath, expecting the dark lord to finish what he cannot. Instead, Y/N survives. Escaping the city that sought to break him, he journeys north and finds Aragorn, the wandering Heir of Isildur. Under the Ranger's guidance, Y/N discovers the courage, honor, and purpose that had been denied to him all his life. Armed with the ancient Elven blade Maegil and forged into one of the Dúnedain's finest warriors, he returns to Gondor determined to protect the only family he has ever truly known, is foster brothers, Boromir and Faramir. But when Boromir is summoned to Rivendell in search of the mysterious One Ring, Y/N overhears Denethor's desperate plan to claim the Enemy's greatest weapon. Knowing that no good can come from such a burden, he abandons everything to follow his brother into the wild. His choice will lead him into the Fellowship of the Ring, through the dark halls of Moria, the golden woods of Lothlórien, and the breaking of the Fellowship at Amon Hen. Along the way, Y/N must resist the Ring's terrible temptation, endure devastating loss, and fight beside the greatest heroes of the Third Age as the fate of Middle-earth hangs by a thread.

She had survived dragons, kings, and the quiet cruelty of time. She had walked out of fire carrying grief like a second shadow, and for years the world had known her only as a ghost moving between forests and forgotten roads. Mountains remembered her footsteps. Rivers carried the sound of her silence. In hidden chasms far beneath the earth, the stones still whispered her true name. But peace, she would learn, was not the same as stillness. The world was changing again. Old powers stirred in the East. Shadows stretched longer beneath ancient trees. Kings grew restless, and even the smallest hands would soon be asked to carry impossible things. She had spent a lifetime running from crowns, from loss, from the unbearable weight of loving and surviving. Yet fate is patient, and some roads lead not away, but back. Back to old friendships. Back to unfinished grief. Back to a prince with autumn in his eyes and questions she had never dared answer. For the age of dragons had ended, but the age of men was only beginning. And when darkness rose once more, the stones would sing again. ~ Sequel to A Ballad of Starlight and Dragonfire

What becomes of a soul when the darkness within threatens to eclipse the light around it? Middle-Earth has weathered countless storms and wars, but in the shadowed folds of the Third Age, a new and ancient evil stirs. Amidst Men, Hobbits, and Elves, walks Assena Greywood - daughter of a soldier... and a Witch. She moves like the whisper of the wind through autumn leaves - graceful, untamed, and fiercely alive. Gifted with the raw power to command the elements, Assena is a tempest cloaked in beauty, a force of nature both mesmerizing and dangerous. Yet beneath the steady calm of her gaze lies a storm of secrets. In a world where women are not meant to wield power, and Witches even less, her strength is both a rebellion and a curse. She walks a path fraught with newfound friendships, tangled beliefs, and the aching weight of a destiny she did not choose. All that hangs in the balance - the fate of Middle-Earth itself - rests on one unyielding truth: the One Ring must be destroyed. And in the heart of that perilous journey, Assena's story unfolds; like the first breath of dawn through a twilight sky. ~ Started: December 2024 Completed: May 2025 DUN DUN DUN I love middle earth Also for reference this is a Legolas SLOWBURN 🤩 I suggest knowing the narrative before reading this personal mind mess. Solely because it would make it all the more enjoyable and understandable. Yet if you haven't and you're into a bit of fantastical adventure, come along for the ride!! For fans, not all details are book/film accurate! (Like, Assena is a Witch for starters) but don't fret! I have included the best things from the Tolkien and Peter Jackson world hopefully!!! Chapters with * are flashbacks :)

Y/n a girl from Rohan who has taken up residence near the prancing pony falls into unknown trouble when a group of hobbits are in need of help. Her whole life y/n does not think she worthy of the adventures the heroines in the novels she reads face but when the girl is thrown head first into this adventure there isn't much she can do. Follow y/n, our unlikely heroine and the tenth member of the fellowship. And a potential love triangle..... ---------------------------- Legolas stood in front of the girl as she rocked on the balls of her feet. "Well," y/n drew the word out. "I suppose this is goodbye," As stated early y/n was never a big fan of goodbyes. Legolas stepped forward and wrapped his arms around y/n, she placed her face into the crook of his neck. "I'm not leaving," He breathed into her hair. "Your not?" "No, I couldn't leave you, not in this lifetime or any other," ---------------------------- I did not create the Lord of the rings and have no rights to the characters other that y/n Winslow. Also I would just like to say this was originally a OC fan fiction but I turned it into a x reader.

60 years have passed since she last fought, she thought everything was done, everyone was safe. But no the darkness that plagued her world was back. She along with her fellowship have to fight to keep the darkness at bay. Will they survive or Will she let the darkness in and win?

Found as a baby within Saruman's tower, Tuilindil is adopted and raised in the 4th Age after Sauron's defeat. The curious elf grows close to Legolas, who comes to visit Minas Tirith. One day, Saruman's dark magic sends her back into the past as his prisoner. He assaults her mind to learn the events of the future. He sees Frodo carrying the one ring and he sends his crebain after him. The ring is brought to Rivendell but Frodo perishes. Gandalf helps Tuilindil escape the tower and Sam must now carry the ring. Because of her presence, a chain of events has begun unraveling the timeline and places all Middle-Earth in danger. ─── ❉ ─── Saruman's figure towered over Tuilindil, casting a long shadow that swallowed the room. "You will tell me," his voice a venomous hiss. "I will extract every morsel of information from you, one way or another!" His eyes, once filled with a cold and calculated gaze, now burned with an unholy fire. Behind his taunting words and twisted smiles. She sensed the depths of his anger, directed at her for withholding the answers he sought. With a cruel smile, Saruman raised both wizard staffs, a sinister intent shimmering in his eyes. As he made contact with Tuilindil's consciousness, she screamed, the pain ripping through her like a tempestuous storm. His mental assaults pierced through the fragile barriers she had erected. She cried out, her voice a desperate plea for mercy, as her fragile mind and soul were laid bare before the relentless intrusion. Images, memories, and fragments of her consciousness spilled forth uncontrollably. Like shattered fragments of a mirror, reflecting the memories she held... ... the secrets of the future. Thanks to @BinkleB9000 for their unwavering support! :)

Jests and jokes are common among the man, dwarf, and elf. Legolas has managed to make some mischief, resulting in one very angry dwarf. ******* I decided to write my first lord of the rings one shot, so of course it had to be about our three hunters bickering with each other. ***** DISCLAIMER: I don't own lotr or its characters.

Frodo tends to crave something a little... different.

There would be no promise of peace until Legolas had confronted the Elf Lord himself, directly standing in front of him and telling his father how much he despised this- this horrid boundary between races and - and how destructive it had been for their souls to undermine the power of other races- his father would have to understand. He would have to see that Gimli was just like they were. Just, he was different, that is all. He was just a little different.

Another tenth walker story? You bet. Her name is Joanna. Just a short preview. Rating will probably change to mature. Legolas x OC I claim no ownership on the cover picture.

The Rangers of the North had been asked by Gandalf to watch over and protect the Shire. In the course of this long mission, one of their number, Alvard, grew tired of the constant travelling. He met a young farmer's girl in Bree, and they fell in love. They settled down on a small farm on the edge of the Shire, and from there Alvard could watch over the hobbits while he started a family of his own. Many years later, Alvard's daughter, Alyanna, is given a message that needs to be delivered to a place far away. She decides that as the daughter of a ranger, it is her responsibility to carry this message. But when she takes on the quest, she does not realise how difficult a task this would turn out to be. ~~~~~ A middle-earth based story, set in a time between the events of the Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings.

What if... Bilbo had never signed the contract? What If... Bilbo had a twin sister? What if... She went in his place? Would the results be the same? Probobaly cussing. Cover art belongs to me this story has been discontinued. I may eventually rewrite it or revisit the hobbit fandom, but I probably wont continue with this fic

Meltellaro has lived for an age, learning and growing in the hidden realm of Imladris. An elf, he gravitated toward healing, and grew skilled with dual sword fighting. He saw peace for most of his days. And when that peace was threatened by the return of a shadow all thought was gone, Meltellaro knew he had to do something to combat it. [lotr] [boromir x oc]

Multiple one-shots dedicated to Tolkien's wonderful characters. Requests are open and so on (just like my other works, so request whenever). P.S. you can also find the one-shots as an imagine on my blog on tumblr (which the name is in my page summary) because I do that imagines while someone else does the one-shots and we work together that way. But on my Wattpad I typically do both, one-shots and imagines. ________________________________________________ Characters belong to Tolkien, and only Tolkien! I do not own any of the characters only Tolkien does!

You are the Daughter of Lord Elrond and Legolas's best friend however you want to become more than friends and watch as your relationship grows as you journey together as a part of the Fellowship of the Ring. You live in a small Village called Solace it is near the Shire and you are its sole Protector. All Rights Reserved

Gimlixlegolas LOTR fanfiction Today was an important day, In fact, if everything went as planned it would be the most important day of his life. It would be the day he confessed to Gimli and asked him to share with him his heart.

#1 in lotrfanfiction- May 26, 2020. #3 in legolasgreenleaf- July 24, 2020. Marish Laudbrim was well known throughout Middle Earth as a warrior many admired and feared. She encountered many creatures and survived numerous battles, but the arrival of a small hobbit sent her on an unexpected adventure that changed her life. As she traveled and fought beside the Fellowship, her relationships with them grew and strengthened beyond what she ever believed. Many thought Marish incapable of maintaining friendships or finding love, but the Fellowship proved these to be false. (This book is completed, but edits and additions may be made in the future) Completed: June 23, 2016

Sapphire is recovering from her injuries and is found wound up in her past. Her dreams are haunted and she is struggling to find hope in the life she is enduring but she is back in action with her group. Unfortunately her being saved is taking it's toll. She is found ripped in two parts. Her conscious self is in all her control but her unconscious self and her anger and strong emotions bring out her uncontrollable power. Sapphire will find that although she needed the others to help before they are in need of her help now. She may find she needs to connect with her uncontrollable self to help them. ---------------------------------------- "I thought you were dead" he gasped in surprise looking away from his prey. "Well here I am!" I yelled and lunged at the beast with full power. He looked at me in shock as I plunged my sword in his stomach. "Sister!" he cried. "I am not your sister!" I growled at him.

Smaug the benevolent servant of Eru Ilúvatar.